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Though muffled beneath the aged bell-tones of the Mavroimë's greeting towards the fée, Clementine's little hello! did not go unheeded by starlit she-wolf; who offered the roseling a faint smile upon shorn lips.  "Both are good investments of one's time,"  she wisped, halfsight drifting from young to old before her.  "There were not many plants to be found along ze shores, were there, eälótë?"  A glimmer in those argent eyes, as Andraste again looks upon the greyblush; not at all malevolent in the light teasings.

Then, a look that lasts a bit longer than usual; takes in the shifting weight of the younger of them both. Might she be unsettled? ... For now, the stricken remains quiet in the company of Star.